Eliza Bootle Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—medieval times, whores had guilds. Guilds! Like, unionized sex workers chargin’ flat rates. How’s that for girlboss energy? Cracked me up thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em strikin’ for better candles or somethin’. “No lay, no pay, jerks!” Probly scared the crap outta the church. Love that chaos—makes me wanna high-five ‘em across centuries.

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Then I decide to grab a bite. I wander over to the Bootle Strand. It’s got shops, cafes, the whole shebang. I’m feelin’ peckish, so I hit up this little chippy. Best fish and chips in town, or so they say. I order, and the lady behind the counter is all smiles. I’m thinkin’, “Finally, some good vibes!” But then, she drops my chips. Like, seriously? I’m just standin’ there, watchin’ my golden treasures hit the floor. I’m like, “Nooooo!” But she just laughs it off. I guess it’s just chips, right?

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